GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

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(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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Protégé [Part 4] (M)

Originally posted by jjks

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3]

Warnings: Rough smut, Fem!Dom, scar mention

Words: 7,288

Lie back.” You instructed, your voice soft but stern.

Jungkook listened, he lowered himself onto the surface of your desk, the movement causing the hem of his shirt to ride up only slightly. When the sliver of bare skin met the cool, varnished surface of the wood, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Ready?” You asked, fighting the urge to smile down at him as he stared up at you with rounded eyes, nervousness swimming in the brown irises.


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Moonstruck: Chapter 4

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Genre: fluff with some angst (Jungkook x OC)

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But when he starts acting strange, you begin to fear the worst. You hope that tagging along with him and his family for their annual summer trip might bring him out of his slump, but things quickly get messy as you start to question where both of you stand in your relationship

FIRST AND FOREMOST I WANT TO THANK TWO LOVELY PEOPLE @boymeetsfiction​​ and @taeklings​​ for supporting this story so damn hard like seriously thank you

Later that night you find yourself tossing around in bed. Dreams of massive, churning waves and deep, dark waters leave you a shaking mess. You startle awake in a cold sweat, mistaking it for the cool touch of the ocean outside your window. After taking some deep breaths, you manage to peel yourself from the now damp mattress, sitting with your legs hanging over the edge.

The clock resting on the table beside your bed reads 3:03 AM. You rub your stinging eyes and place your feet on the floor, forcing yourself up to a standing position. You try to keep quiet so you don’t wake anyone, especially Jungkook’s parents, but you can’t prevent the soft slap of your feet as you trudge down the stairs.

You reach the kitchen and open one of the cabinets, searching for a glass. When you find one, you glance at the sink faucet and cringe, instead going into the fridge to pull out the milk. Your mom always told you that warm milk was best for troubled sleeping. You pour a cup and open the microwave, setting the time for a few seconds. Still conscious of the other occupants of the house, you wait until the last second on the timer, quickly stopping it before the timer hits zero and sets off the alarm. You open the microwave door and tap a finger again the warm glass to see if it need to cool. Deciding it’s safe, you slide out the cup and softly shut the door again.

You stand there for a minute, leaning your elbows against the counter and sipping the drink. You’re still a little shaken from your nightmare, but the warmth gliding down your throat and settling in your belly acts as a small relief.

You sigh, trying to distract yourself from the unease in the back of your head by tracing the rim of your glass with an index finger. It’s impossible to deny the fact that part of the restlessness is due to the events from yesterday. You recognized the way he looked at you in the water. You were beginning to recall every touch and lasting glance from Jungkook. How you used to brush them off as a casual exchange between friends. But now you were beginning to see them as something a little more.

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Neighbours [Hal Carter]

This is a fic for @bucky-plums-barnes‘s 8k follower challenge!! I love your blog, and you deserve all these followers! I hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: #51. “Get off the counter and put on some clothes!”

summary: Having Hal Carter as your neighbour can both be a blessing and a curse.

pairing: Hal Carter x Reader

warnings: Make out, implied smut and finally…*cap voice* LANGUAGE

word count: 935

a/n: This was so fun to write. I hope you like it :) And I have never written for Hal or seen Picnic before so please bear with me xD

permanent taglist: @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @buckyappreciationsociety @rda1989 @milleniumxhan @chuckennuggets1213

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“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” ― Jean Cocteau

I wasn’t quite ready yet for goodbyes, though, and stepped into the wood to pull myself together. The grass was long beside the trail, soft and feathery against the hem of my weighted skirts. Something heavier than grass brushed them, and I looked down to see Adso. I’d been looking for him most of yesterday; typical of him to show up at the last minute.

 “So there you are,” I said, accusing. He looked at me with his huge calm eyes of celadon green, and licked a paw. On impulse, I scooped him up and held him against me, feeling the rumble of his purr and the soft, thick fur of his silvery belly. He’d be all right; I knew that. The woods were his private game preserve, and Amy Higgins liked him and had promised me to see him right for milk and a warm spot by the fire in bad weather. I knew that.

 “Go on, then,” I said, and set him on the ground. He stood for a moment, tail waving slowly, head raised in search of food or interesting smells, then stepped into the grass and vanished.

 I bent, very slowly, arms crossed, and shook, weeping silently, violently. I cried until my throat hurt and I couldn’t breathe, then sat in the grass, curled into myself like a dried leaf, tears that I couldn’t stop dropping on my knees like the first fat drops of a coming storm. Oh, God. It was only the beginning. 

I rubbed my hands hard over my eyes, smearing the wetness, trying to scrub away grief. A soft cloth touched my face, and I looked up, sniffing, to find Jamie kneeling in front of me, handkerchief in hand.

 “I’m sorry,” he said, very softly. “It’s not—don’t worry, I’m … He’s only a cat,” I said, and a small fresh grief tightened like a band round my chest.

-An Echo In The Bone 

 “Come along, Roddy, you can be first to tell your mam that Himself and his lady have come back!”

Jamie took my hand and squeezed it hard. He was flushed from the walk, and even more from excitement; the color ran right down into the open neck of his shirt, turning his skin a beautiful rosy bronze.

“I’ve brought ye home, Sassenach,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It willna be the same—and I canna say how things will be now—but I’ve kept my word.”

My throat was so choked that I could barely whisper “Thank you.” We stood for a long moment, clasped tight together, summoning up the strength to go around that last corner and look at what had been, and what might be.
Something brushed the hem of my skirt, and I looked down, expecting that a late cone from the big spruce we were standing by had fallen.

A large gray cat looked up at me with big, calm eyes of celadon green and dropped a fat, hairy, very dead wood rat at my feet.

“Oh, God!” I said, and burst into tears.

-Written In My Own Heart’s Blood

Captain Charming June Prompt is “Killian Helps David on the Farm’ 

Words ~ 1000 words. 

My contribution       Aesthetic by @juliakaze

A Bet, A Hickey, and A Useful Teen

Killian knocked on the farmhouse door, thoroughly disgruntled that he had lost a wager!  Who knew Wasabi sauce was so hot?  Besides any good seaman knew that sushi didn’t require additives to make it tasty.  In the future, he would check the facts before allowing the prince to best him.

Dave opened the door and called, “Hook, good morning,” jovially as he walked outside.  "Ready to work?“

"Aye, lead the way,” Killian followed his father-in-law down the stairs.

They rounded the house and walked into the barn where David pulled an old pair of denim overalls off a hook, “Here, you might need these. Wouldn’t want your leather to get dirty.” Killian gave him a look that said over my dead body, “Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’ll be fine.” He followed Dave deeper into the confines of the barn.  "Just let me know what needs to be done.“

David led them toward a stall where a beautiful, jet black Thoroughbred stood, easily measuring seventeen hands.  "Lovely animal,” Killian held his hand out toward the horse’s snout.  

The horse whinnied and backed up a few steps until David held out a carrot and the horse settled and nibbled away.  "He needs his stall mucked out, fresh hay and water and brushed but don’t forget his carrots.  You do and you’ll get nothing done as he won’t let you touch him. He’s been known to take a nip and might go after that one good hand of yours.“

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I am absolutely in love with these! Do you have more of 11 to share? Thank you!!! :)

sorry for spamming everyone with random unfinished WIPs today, I assume you’ll just unfollow me if it gets annoying

“It’s because you’re so hot without your glasses.”

"Yeah, I’m a real catch right now.” He sighs. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” asks Nate.

“They wouldn’t be dicks to you if they didn’t want to be dicks to me. Shouldn’t have dragged you into it.”

That’s what gets Nate thinking, really thinking, because everyone just assumes that Bellamy is some jock, and it’s not like it’s exactly an unfair assumption. Bellamy wears shallowness like armor, to keep everyone from seeing any more tender parts than they have to. People know he’s poor and dark and fatherless, and that he was fatherless when his sister was born. They know he plays soccer and gets in too many fights and has a chip on his shoulder, but they don’t know that he’s teaching himself computer programming because he thinks he could make good money doing it, that he started taking Latin because he loves Latin, not because he thought it would be good for the SATs, that he comes to Magic: The Gathering tournaments with Nate and they’ve been to DragonCon twice, that his mother taught him to sew and he makes Nate Halloween costumes and cosplayed with him once.

And no one knows about Nate either, not really. Nate’s silence works as armor, but Bellamy does too. It makes him think, sometimes, of something he read once, about how there are all these meteors that would hit the Earth, but they run into Jupiter instead. That’s how he feels about Bellamy: he’s a bigger target, and Nate gets out unscathed, most of the time, and no one knows that.

No one knows anything about them, not really. Nate’s not even sure how much he knows about Bellamy, and he knows more than anyone else.

Bellamy pushes himself up off the ground and offers Nate his hand. “Come on. We better get cleaned up before your dad sees you.”

There’s a convenience store on the corner, and because the universe hates them, Monty Green and Clarke Griffin are already in there, buying Oreos and chocolate milk. Clarke spots them first, and Nate sees her eyebrows shoot up, hears Bellamy’s soft groan before he says, “Hey, Griffin. Green,” voice full of false casualness.

“Blake,” says Clarke. Her eyes flick to Nate. “Miller, is your nose broken?”

Monty’s watching him, which means that his voice basically refuses to work. He looks like he got a little taller and broader over the summer, and he’s still basically Nate’s favorite person to look at, which means he really shouldn’t be looking.

Bellamy blocks for him, like always. “Shit, is it actually broken? Get some napkins, I’ll get hand sanitizer.”

Hand sanitizer?” Clarke asks, sounding vaguely horrified. “You’re going to treat that with hand sanitizer?”

“Did you have a better idea?” Bellamy demands, and Clarke rolls her eyes. She asks the guy at the counter if they have a public bathroom, and Nate grabs a pack of napkins while they’re distracted. He’d feel bad using up all their paper towels.

The clerk lets them use the bathroom, and Monty says, “You know you’re not actually a doctor, right?”

“None of us are doctors.”

“I don’t need a doctor,” Nate mutters, and Clarke flashes him a tight smile.

“Nope, you’ve got me.”

“What do I have?” Bellamy grumbles, and Clarke rolls her eyes, leaning in to help clean Nate up.

“Not a concussion, if you’re lucky. Wait your turn, Bellamy.”

Winchester brothers- First priority

Title: First Priority

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister

Word count:1000

Summary: Back when the boys were with their dad, taking care of their little sister when he wouldn’t.

‘’Bubby’’You whimpered, pushing open the large dirty door and shuffling in. You clutched your ruffled bear to your tiny frame as you stared at you older brother sleeping. 

He stirred, feeling someone’s presence as he tensed. His hand slid under his pillow, grasping something as he quickly shot up. His brows furrowed when he saw it was you and quickly shoved whatever he was grasping further under the pillow. 

‘’Baby what are you doing up?’’Sam groaned, his hair sticking out in every direction which would normally make you laugh. He caught sight of your scared eyes and climbed out of bed. 

‘’Bubby’’You whined again as he came up to you and placed his large, gentle hands under your arms before pulling you up to balance you on his hip. You rested your head against his broad shoulder as he turned his head and kissed your forehead. 

‘’Hmm’’He hummed, soothingly swaying you. ‘’What’s wrong, baby?’’He asked again. 

‘’Can’t sleep’’You mumbled, trying to clasp Sam’s shirt but dropping your bear in the process. You squirmed letting out a whine as Sam bent down and picked it up. 

‘’Alright, alright. Easy, I’ve got him’’Sam soothed, holding the bear in his other hand as you rested back against him. ‘’Okay, let’s get you some warm milk then you can stay with me, kay?’’He hummed as you nodded. 

He made his way out to the small motel kitchen before going to set you down on the work top but you started to whine again. ‘’Okay, okay’’He chuckled quietly, continuing to carry you in his arms as he opened the fridge and poured milk into your bottle before heating it up. 

He waited, jigging you about and stroking back your hair with his large hand before the microwave pinged. He took it out and waited for it to cool but you kept making grasping motions and squirming in his arms. 

‘’Not yet, baby. It’s not ready’’Sam yawned, resting his forehead against yours before he opened his eyes quickly and gave you a grin when you giggled. He pecked your forehead again and picked up the milk before shuffling you so you were lying down in his arms and he was carefully feeding you the milk. 

‘’What’s going on?’’ 

Sam jumped slightly, the bottle pulling away in his hand as he shuffled you back so you were on his hip again. You buried your head in his shoulder pitifully when you noticed it was your dad. 

‘’I’m just giving her some warm milk’’Sam shrugged, trying to stay brief as he talked to your dad. 

‘’Why?’’He edged on, his eyes flickering down to you. He was clearly still drunk. 

‘’Because she’s still awake dad’’Sam sighed, locking his jaw to keep himself from starting a argument in front of you. 

‘’She should learn to fall asleep on her own. How can she become a good hunter when you two are constantly babying her’’John growled. Sam scoffed, lips pulling down. 

‘’She’s four years old! She needs milk, she’s not fully grown yet’’Sam hissed.

‘’She can have coffee’’John rambled, swaying from his lack of soberness. Sam raised his brows, shaking his head as they started to yell at each other. You burst out crying. 

‘’Great! look’’Sam sighed, shuffling you so you were more secure and began to rock you again as he tried to sooth your cries. 

‘’She needs to learn so she can become a hunter!’’John repeated, his words slurring. 

‘’She’s a baby for heaven’s sake! I’m just doing the job that you’re supposed to be doing’’Sam growled lowly. 

‘’What the hell is going on out here’’Dean mumbled, his eyes now awake when he saw Sam and John looking like they were going to kill each other and a crying you in Sam’s arms. 

‘’De’’You squirmed, a look of hurt falling on Sam’s face. 

‘’You’ve frightened her, Sammy’’Dean explained, reaching out his arms and taking you. He rested you against his chest and patted your back softly whilst rocking you side to side. ‘’Shh. S’okay. They were both going back to bed’’He glared, motioning for both of them to go. 

It was finally just you and Dean alone as he walked back over to the kitchen when he spotted the milk and figured out that you probably couldn’t sleep again.

‘’Bet that was scary huh, Sweetheart’’Dean sighed, sympathising with you as you nodded. ‘’Yeah well you handle it well, you’re a tough cookie, Sweetie…well…not physically but you know’’Dean muttered. 

‘’Alright let’s get you some milk and then time to go to bed’’He cheered making you giggled. He carefully fed you the milk and you didn’t get half way before your eyes were slowly closing. You pushed away the bottle and Dean put the rest in the fridge before heading towards his and Sam’s shared room. 

‘’Wish I could have warm milk and a nap’’Dean chuckled before sliding over to his bed and letting you sleep on top of his chest like you always did he pulled the blanket over the both of you so you were warm and covered before gently patting your back in a sweet rhythm and humming ‘Hey Jude’ softly to you.

Your eyes began to drift as you felt him sigh heavily before lightly kissing your forehead and resting his chin against the crown of your head and keeping your securely against him.

“Aint nobody ever gonna hurt you. I won’t let them’'He mumbled, staring up at the ceiling, his hand beginning to rub circles on your tiny back. ’'I’m gonna protect you like I did with Sammy. Hunter or not you ain’t getting hurt but nobody’'Dean whispered.

Sam was secretly awake, smiling as he made a secret promise that he too would look after you and no matter what your dad said he would always baby you and be there for you at night whether you were 4 0r 20 years old. You would always be their baby sister and whatever monster that tried to hurt you would have to deal with your big brothers. 

seungchuchu week – day 2

prompts used: boyfriend does my makeup challenge

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Phichit Chulanont takes his personal appearance very seriously. His body is his own personal temple and his face is the altar on which he places offerings of very expensive and flattering makeup. His morning ritual – a routine implies that there allows for change and Phichit lets very little get between him and his face – is crucial to a good start of a productive and magical day and Phichit loves being productive almost as much as he loves makeup.

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What Would Make Seventeen Cry

~I found it hard to find 3 for each member so most members have less. Hopefully this is enough~


- Having to eat a lemon
- Jeonghan’s lip bites
- Nicki Minaj’s booty


- When S.Coups said he wasn’t the member he would date as a girl
- When he is unable to choose between banana and strawberry milk


- Spotting Jeongcheol in action across the room
- When he sees all the Jisoos Christ shit we post on tumblr


- When The8 held his hand for the first time
- Hearing The8 x Hoshi shippers chant
Soonhao at a live concert


- Dino trying to act sexy and suceeding
- When we didn’t end up getting called Mounteen


- When he drops his cheeseburger on the floor
- When a fan tells him she doesnt ship Meanie


- Pressure from being the producer of the group
- Meeting his parents


- Seeing his female crush engulf him in her beautiful scent
- Not feeling like he is a good enough main vocal


- Not being able to eat what he wants


- Watching Junhui be naturally sexy in Untouchable


- Talking about his mum
- Vernon’s nasty singing


- Realising he’s a living meme
- When people keep bringing up his childhood cringyness


- Turning 50 yrs old but still being called Jeonghan’s baby
- Getting Michael Jackson merch from the members for his birthday

~Admin Annie

Mercy and her nasty unpasteurized ricotta tiddy milk landed her a spot in Overwatch, yet Pharah with her strong and promising tiddy milk left her nowhere. If that’s not white privilege in action I don’t know what is

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69 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and cactus unfold
Off-grain sixty nine tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be destroyed
sixty nine A M is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the vore from the milk
Good morning, sixty nine followers
Thimbles coat my cactus
my little toesies are jamming up
This blog comes in tangles
I see such horrifying things
Vore comes in different colors, I believe
In the milking machine, I’ve lost my vore
Memories inside my milk are there to grieve
Color-coded by the cactus he gave to me
Ah, his bop it, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted milk on a wii remote
Losing cacti under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than vored
Hand-sew everything with bad intention
Liquid wii remotes pour from my eyes
My cactus cries out to you in desperation
sixty nine A M is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the cacti sew into place
Unmistakably, this blog will find Jelf
Our future ought to show again
Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith
No – Frances and Nancy and Bri and Spoi this blog only gets asks for
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No – Frances and Nancy and Bri and Spoi this blog only gets asks for
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No – Frances and Nancy and Bri and Spoi this blog only gets asks for
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No – Frances and Nancy and Bri and Spoi this blog only gets asks for
Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith and Simon and Kennith
No – Frances and Nancy and Bri and Spoi
Holy heck where did Greg go
Vore comes in different colors, I believe
In the milking machine, I’ve lost my vore
Memories inside my milk are there to grieve
Color-coded by the cactus he gave to me
Ah, his bop it, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted milk on a wii remote
Losing cacti under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than vored

Roadhouse Rage

Requested: {Hi, can you do a one shot where you’re a hunter who’s been dating Dean for a while, and he decides to introduce you to Ellen Jo and Ash, and Jo ends ups disliking you because she’s jealous that Dean loves you? Thanks!}

Note: I hope you like it! Thank you so much for requesting this, it was fun to write:)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Ellen, Jo, Ash

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: none

“It’s just a few more miles.”

“Hey, I’m good. Those Milk Duds hit the spot.” Dean grins as I pat my belly, pretending to look bloated. Despite the fourteen hour drive, it has been a fun trip. Relaxing and uneventful, both of which are words hardly ever used in our lives.

“You’re gonna love the place. And Ellen- you’re gonna love Ellen.”

“Just hope she likes me.” I toy with a piece of frayed leather from my seat, feeling those butterflies awaken in my stomach again. I had been putting off this trip for months now, ever since Dean had suggested I mean his ‘extended family’, and they meet me. I’ve heard way too much about them to not be nervous, and I know how much Dean looks up to them.

“They’re gonna love you, okay?” Dean reaches over and pats my knee. “Don’t worry about it.”

Easier said than done, but I give him a smile and force myself to focus on the positive. What’s the worst thing that can happen? They hate me and we move on. But will their opinion change how Dean feels about me? My stomach twists at the thought.

We have been dating for nearly six months, but of course we’ve known each other for much longer. After a hunt gone wrong, we’d joined forces and become a team. Shortly after that, Dean and I had started dating, and I have a feeling that it’s getting to be very serious. Hence this long drive to meet these people.

A few minutes later, and the Roadhouse comes into view. It’s daytime, so there’s only two trucks parked outside. The front door and windows are open to let in the fresh air. Dean parks the Impala outside and turns to me with a big smile on his face.

“Are you ready?”

“I feel like I’m meeting the parents.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say.” I mutter, climbing out of the car. Dean walks around and takes my hand securely in his. I’m grateful for his support. We walk up to the building and step inside. There’s only two customers, two guys, sitting at the bar quietly drinking beers together.

An older woman is cleaning shot glasses with a white cloth, her dark brown hair falling past her shoulders. She turns at the sound of footsteps and a slow smile causes her brown eyes to crinkle.

“Dean Winchester, as I live and breathe.”

“Hya, Ellen.”

Ellen comes around the counter and wraps Dean in a hug. It’s quite touching to see someone care about Dean in that way. Ellen seems to have assumed the motherly role in his life, and I’m glad.

“Jo! Look who’s here!”

A blonde headed girl comes in through a back door. Once she sees who it is, she runs across the room and throws her arms around Dean. This is less touching then watching Ellen. While Jo is much younger, I can sense a fondness in her being that goes beyond sisterly love. Warning bells go off in my brain, but I remind myself not to judge and that they are just friends.

“Alright, Jo, don’t squeeze him to death.” Ellen laughs.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Jo playfully punches Dean on the shoulder, smiling up at him.

“Just decided at the last minute. Plus I wanted to surprise you.” Dean turns and smiles, directing their attention to me. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet-”

“Dean! Good to see you, old buddy.” A middle aged man steps into the room, and judging by his hairstyle, I figure this is Ash. He slaps Dean on the back.

“Hey, Ash.”

“You’re just in time. Little bird told me about a case down in Virginia, sounds just like-”

“Ash,” Ellen cuts in, looking exasperated. “Dean didn’t come alone.”

“Sure, sure, Sam can help too.”

“No, idiot,” Jo’s eyes are narrowed as she looks at me. “He brought her.”

Dean steps away from them and puts an arm around my shoulders. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend.”

Ash gives a low whistle, which makes my face burn. “Boy, you snagged yourself a nice one.”

“Mind your manners.” Ellen extends her hand to me, which I shake firmly. “Good to see Dean’s finally found himself someone. I take it you’re a hunter.”

“Oh yes,” I give Dean’s hand a squeeze. “I love hunting. Deer, moose, bears….”

At the surprise and fear in their eyes, I hurriedly continue, “I’m just kidding! Yes, I am a hunter, been one all my life.”

Dean is laughing at the relief on all of their faces. Well, not all. Jo has a look on her face that reminds me of sucking on lemons.

“And she has humor.” Ellen smiles then. “Good job, Dean. Come on and sit down. Y’all hungry?”

“For your cooking, always.”

Ellen goes to the kitchen, while the rest of us sit down at a booth. Dean and I on one side, with Ash and Jo on the other. Despite my previous decision to give Jo the benefit of the doubt, I can’t help but feel uneasy as I watch her look at Dean. Like he’s some kind of prize and she’s set on winning it. He’s oblivious to it, thank goodness.

“So how did you two…” Ash waggles a finger between the two of us.

“Meet? Well, that’s a story- do you want to tell it or should I?”

“Oh, you go ahead.” It warms my heart to see Dean so happy and at ease. He goes into the tale- which is really just that, a fable and hardly close to what actually happened. I don’t mind. Dean’s version is much more exciting.

Ash gets a few laughs out of the story, and Jo echoes his enjoyment, but it’s forced. She ignores me completely, focusing only on Dean. By the end of the story, Ellen returns with steaming plates of food. It is the best food I’ve ever tasted.

“Mrs. Harvelle, Dean told me you were a good cook, but he didn’t do you justice. This is terrific.”

Ellen smiles and I think her chest lifts a little in pride. “Glad you like it. I’d give you the recipe, but it’s an old family secret and meant to stay in the family. Maybe if you and Dean…”

I turn to Dean, clasping my hands together in a beseeching gesture, “Will you marry me? I HAVE to have that recipe!”

Everyone laughs, except for Jo. She is finally looking at me, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. I try to give her a smile, but she looks away. Maybe I can talk to her later.

When everyone’s done eating, Ellen starts to clear the table and I hurry to help.

“You don’t have to do that.” Ellen says, waving me off. “Jo can help me.”

“No, really, I’d like to help.” I stack a few dishes and carry them into the kitchen. Ellen and Jo follow, filling the sink with hot, soapy water. Mother washes while daughter dries, so I go back out to get more dirty dishes.

As I come back with an armload, I can hear the ladies’ voices getting louder as their conversation picks up.

“I don’t care how you feel about it, it’s done.” Ellen’s voice sounds tired and frustrated. “They’re happy together. It’s mean to be, there’s an end to it.”

“Come on, Mom, we don’t know anything about her. You’re just going to let Dean fall in love with someone who could probably be a siren or a demon?”

“Joanna, that’s enough. She’s not a siren and she as heck ain’t a demon. Dean’s smarter than that. Now this needs to stop. Besides, Dean is much older than you are.”

I sigh and take a few steps back so they won’t know I was eavesdropping. I shift the dishes so they clank, then walk into the kitchen. Jo refuses to meet my gaze, but Ellen offers me a smile.

“Will you and Dean be staying in town tonight?”

“Yeah, we’ve got a motel down the road.”

“How long will you be staying?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask Dean.”

Jo slaps the dish rag onto the counter and storms out of the room.

“Jo Harvelle!” Ellen calls after her, but it does no good. She sighs and shakes her head. “I’m sorry about that. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

I’m not one to beat around the bush. I like clearing the air and settling things as soon as possible. Less drama that way. I mutter something about being right back and head in the direction Jo had. I find her outside, tossing rocks at an old shed across the yard. Judging by the force used to hurl those stones, I figure she’s seeing me and not the shed as her target.

“Hey, Jo.” She ignores me and picks up another rock. “Can we talk?”

“I have anything to say to you.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that clear.”

“What do you want?” She turns and faces me, her expression wrinkled in a frown. She would be so pretty and cute if she’d learn to smile.

“I want to talk. Let’s see, what could we talk about? Oh, I know, let’s talk about how cold it was back in the Roadhouse. Or who those rocks are really meant for.” I have to work hard to keep my tone free of sarcasm. Experience has taught me not many people respond well to it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Jo, sure you do. You like Dean, I get it.”

Jo’s eyes narrow. “You don’t know what you’re-”

“Yeah, I do. You’ve got a crush on Dean, and everyone knows it. It was cute for a while, now it’s not. He’s moved on and found someone else. You need to do the same, Jo.”

“You have no right- no idea what’s going on!” Jo looks ready to cry and, really, that’s the last thing I want. “You don’t understand!”

“Sure I do. I went through the same thing when I was your age. And I can’t fault you for taste. But Dean is a lot older than you, and honestly? he thinks of you as his sister.”

“That’s not true. We’ve done a lot together, been through a lot. He just needs a little time to figure it out.”

“Sweetie, he has figured it out. And he’s moved on. He’s got me.”

“Not if I have anything to say about that.”